Today I have firmly told:
That's all!....
Don't keep,
Don't come,
Don't call!
I will fly like a bird,
I will flee like a stream,
I will melt like a snow,
I'll escape like a dream.
But he stuck like a tune,
But he clanked like key-tags,
But he stood in my way
And he kept well his legs.
What's the use being far?
What's the purpose to beg?
If my heart in his hands
Spitted on his key-tag.
Key-tag
© Copyright: Светлана Сиверко, 2020
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